Cin’Vik teleported to the entrance of the colossal spaceship that sat not far away from the dock area. He used his own biometrics to open the huge door by touching his palm on the surface of it. It glowed momentarily.
“Welcome to the SF spacecraft, Master Cin’Vik,” greeted the female AI. “Please state your business.”
He ignored the AI and looked at the two Karddelup that stood immobile. They bowed their heads upon seeing him, immediately recognizing Zu’Drak’s general, the war strategist.
“Lead me to SF98889’s cell,” he ordered.
One Karddelup bowed and moved ahead, while the other was left behind. Cin’Vik followed the green guard in the wide hallway.
“What time are you leaving?” he asked.
“Other slave fighters are not done with the Raewebians and the Venusians, Master Cin’Vik. We migh
